You can also see this in my story (short stories) "The Portrait of Pride" - dedicated to marilynjacksonO
Thanks to Ilana Lo for helping me with this.
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The Portrait of Pride stood on the wall,
A nail attached so it wouldn’t fall.
I look upon it every day,
Hoping one day that it will say:
"Adeline your life is bleak,
you should not always be so weak,
but if you are to tumble and fall,
i'll always be there when you call."
I know this surely isn't so,
Because about a week ago,
My brother burst about in flames,
of anger, spite and dangerous games.
He said that he would take you down,
- The picture I mean, that held your frown.
And now I know he meant his word,
Although this might just sound absurd,
The picture burned while he did chuckle,
And I saw your pride, slowly tumble.
Good bye cruel world, my time is done,
I regret nothing, I had my fun.
